But still. I warn everyone who comes into the house: don't tease her because she will bite. And -- it goes without saying -- I don't trust her unsupervised with little children.
Of course, it's super-fun to rile her up. I can't deny. I slap my own arm and cry out, "Ouch" on a too-regular basis. Reliably, she bounces around frowning and telling me to "F#$%ing CUT that SH!# out, right NOW!"
Occasionally, she recognizes my ruse, gives me an aggrieved look, and retreats to her bed with a near approximation of dignity. More often, I relent after a few rounds of "Ouching!" and end up kneeling on the floor while she lolls around getting her belly soothed.
She's right: peace is better.
9/5/2014 01:19:29 am
Not to mention her "I start the pack bark", "I bark with the pack" and I will "finish the pack bark" attitude. Hear me and OBEY!
9/5/2014 01:00:12 pm
...and if everyone would just settle down and keep calm, you know she wouldn't need to open that can of whupass. The barking is her way of saying, "Don't make me pull this car over!"
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